Date: Thu, 10 Jun 2010 20:21:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: T Claybourn
Subject: You want me to do what (chapter 28)
"You want me to do what?"
Chapter 28
By Terry
No warning in this chapter; but thanks, Jere, for editing, and to all my
readers for being there for me.
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When I awoke, all I could see was white, and I could hear beeping again. I
tried to move, but all I could do was moan.
"Hey, Pet." I heard Ry's soft voice, and then I felt his hand on my cheek.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"Hospital," he told me.
I'm sorry," I told him.
"Why" he asked; I just shrugged my shoulders.
I saw him turn around; then I saw the nurse come in. She did `this' and
`that', gave us a smile, and walked out; and then the doctor came in and
did some more of `this' and `that'.
After they took more blood, and made some x-rays, they left us alone. I
moved, and I felt something odd around my butt, so I looked, and got
pissed! I didn't mind that bag- thing hanging out of my dick, so they could
see how much fluids was coming out of me, but I about shit myself when I
figured out I had on a diaper. When everyone left us alone, I raised up
enough to get my ass off the bed. "Stop," Ry ordered, when he saw me about
ready to tear it off me. I was weak, but I was not going to allow this any
longer. I could feel Ry's hand on my bare leg.
I just looked at him, and could tell by his expression that he was not
going to allow a temper fit; so I crossed my arms, and huffed at him, "Get
it off," I ordered him. His eyebrows went up, and his hand tapped my leg
lightly.
"Chad, the only reason you have that on, is because your system would just
open up and let go," he told me. I just looked at him. "I mean, you would
just shit yourself," he told me.
"Oh, god," I moaned.
"It's alright, Pet. Once I learned how to do it right, they let me take
over," he told me. From the corner of my eye, I saw the door open, and I
grabbed the blankets - mom and dad came in - I knew my cheeks turned beet
red.
I was in the hospital for a week, but they were swamped, and the ones who
were not dying had to be checked-out and sent home. Since my own Doctor
knew that Ry would make sure I took my meds, he told me to go home, behave,
and to stay in bed or on the sofa, and not to overexert myself. Therefore,
I was released into Ry's care. The doctor gave Ry a scrip for antibiotics
for him to take, as a precaution, so he would not get what I had, because,
since he was my caretaker, he would come into contact with the virus. New
Years was a bore.
Ry came in the room, and pulled on a pair of jeans. As I watched his tight
ass slide into those jeans, he bounced a little to get his dick and balls
down, so he could zip them. As I watched, I got hard. Hell, it's been a
while. Ry and I could not even make out, or anything. Every time I got too
hot, I started to cough; or when we started to get intimate, I started to
wheeze or choke; but, oh, how I wanted it! "Where we going?" I asked,
tossing back the blankets, hoping I could get out of bed, and outside for a
while.
"I am going shopping; your mom and Kitty are going to stay with you while
I'm gone." Ry came over and sat on the bed. "Do you want anything
special?" he asked. I could not resist; I laid my hand on his crotch, and
squeezed; he gave me a killer smile. "I mean to eat or drink?" he told me
again. I squeezed this time, and he blushed. "I mean food." I just batted
my eyes at him. "Pet, you know we can't; besides your mom will be here
soon," he said, getting up and walking away. I finally told him what I
would like, but not expecting it, since I was on an antibiotic that said I
should avoid dairy products. Therefore, ice cream was out of the question,
and so was clam chowder. He came back in, slapping cologne on himself, and
stopped and bent down to kiss me. I slipped my hand around his head, and
held him there. I kissed him hard, sucking his tongue into my mouth. He
caught himself with one hand, so he wouldn't fall on me.
My other hand went to his chest; little by little, I was pulling him down
to me. I knew once I got him chest to chest, he could not resist; he would
continue down my body. There was a loud banging sound. "What was that?" he
asked.
"My heart," I told him, as he pulled away. "THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD," Kitty
yelled at the top of her young lungs; well, there went the boner.
"Coming," Ry yelled, adjusting himself. "Sneak," he said, as he headed out
the door. I just smiled to myself; hell, even sick I had him. "He's in the
room," I heard him say. Then I saw Kitty, and she ran to jump on me. I
covered my mouth, and pushed her away.
"Kitty, `no', he's still contagious," Mom said, as I put my mask on.
"Sorry, but dad went back to work, and your brothers had a fit when I
wanted them to watch her," she told me.
"No problem; I don't mind," I told her. Mom fixed me lunch, and Kitty ended
up falling asleep.
"Mom, can I ask you something?" I asked, from my doorway. She looked away
from the TV, and looked at me, giving me a smile, and then patted the sofa
beside her.
I sat and looked at her for a minute. "So what do you think about all
this?" I asked her.
She looked at me. "About you being sick? Well, I'm not happy, but it could
not be helped," she told me.
"No, I mean this arrangement, and me falling in love with Ry," I told her.
"Oh, that," she said, and got up. "Well, let me just say that when I
finally found out what was going on, your dad and I almost split." She
continued, "Your dad and I were talking about moving into a bigger place,
because Kitty needed her own room; and, well, you three boys in one room
would have been crowded; but we really could not afford it yet. Dan would
have helped us, but your dad doesn't want to depend on his big brother when
he needs something." I almost laughed at that, `cause an image of Dan's
cock up dad's ass popped into my mind at that moment. "You ok? You look
flushed," she said, feeling my forehead. I just nodded my head `yes'. "So
when he told me that he talked to you about moving in with Ry for a while,
I thought it was a good thing. Then you got sick, and I found out what was
really going on; I just about died! After I cooled down, I figured that
you're both young, and if you want to experiment with
sex, I would rather have you experiment with him than Jon, because God
knows what he's got!" she said. "Then, Ry put the ring on your finger, so
I figured it was for real, and there was nothing I could do. I mean your
dad, Dan, Jean were all for it, so I really could not voice my opinion on
the matter," she said, looking at me. "Chad, honey, are your really sure
about this? Are you happy?" she asked, taking my hand into hers.
"Yeah, mom, I am. I feel more alive with Ry, and he understands what I need
and want." I had to laugh. "No, mom, not that way; I mean in life, not
sex. Well, that, and..." she stopped me, when she held up her hand.
"Son, I don't need details, and you're as bad as your dad," she said,
kissing my head. "Does your brother know?" she asked. I only nodded, and
she looked up at the ceiling and shook her head; we both laughed.
We sat there talking...about Chase, and stuff. Then I told her he did my
tongue and eyebrow. Since I was in the hospital, they took them out. Ry
said he would take me down to a proper place, so I could have them re-done,
if I wanted to, which I did. He made me promise I would not let Jon or any
other nut case do it, which I did. Changing the subject, she thought it
was great that I had all college classes now in high school; I wish I felt
her excitement. I was starting to think that maybe I had bitten off more
then I could swallow.
The next thing I knew, I felt a hand on my forehead, and I opened my eyes;
Ry was standing over me, with a smile. I sat up and looked around - Mom and
Kitty were gone.
"I got home over an hour ago, but she didn't want me to wake you up, but
she kissed you bye," Ry told me. I know I am sixteen, but, hell, I still
need the love of my mom.
I swung my legs off the sofa, and waited until I was clear-headed enough to
get up to go to the bathroom; then to the kitchen. Ry just looked at me.
"Bed or sofa; no kitchen," he told me, as he turned me back around. He knew
that once I got in there, I would try to clean up his mess. He is an
awfully messy partner (slob). If it wasn't for me, the health department
would kick him out. But to my surprise the kitchen was spotless; mom must
have cleaned it after I went back to sleep, I thought, as I looked around.
Two days before school started, I went to the Doctor; he said I was fit
enough to go back to school. However, that was it; no messing around with
my friends. I was to go to school, and come straight home, out of the
cold. If I didn't follow his orders, I would end up back on bed rest, with
Ry as my caretaker. Since we both started school at the same time, I agreed
to follow orders.
No sooner than we got home, Ry pointed to the sofa and barked, "Sit". Man,
I wanted to bark, or sit up and beg at him so bad it wasn't even funny,
but, like a good boy, I sat and waited for the yelling to start.
Ry went in and found us something to drink, and then he sat down beside
me. I slid over; I didn't want to be to close to him, cause I knew he would
probably end up spanking me, or worse, use that damn paddle! Ry popped the
tops on the soda and handed me mine. I took it and drank some; I was still
thirsty all the time, but I was so tired of Gatorade and Seven-Up. Hell,
that shit that babies drink tasted all right for the first few times, but I
wanted something else. Ry took a drink of his, then turned so we were
facing each other. `Here it comes,' I thought, and I was right.
"Do you mind telling me why, in the name of God, you would take so many
damn pills at one time?" I started to stay something, but "Sorry, I mean in
one day," he said. Damn! He outsmarted me. "And I want a verbal answer,
not the shrug you've been giving me for the last few weeks," he told me. I
just looked at him; he was not mad, nor was he pissed, but he did want
answers
Taking a deep breath, I sat there letting it out slowly. "I didn't want to
ruin your gift by getting sick," I told him. "So, ruining the rest of my
life, when I put you in the ground for an overdose, or even worse, yet,
organ failure, was alright with you?" he snapped, as he got up, and walked
away from me.
"No!" I yelled at him, and slid back onto the sofa, when he spun around and
pinned me with a look. "I just didn't think." He shook his head and looked
at me. "For you being a genius, you don't use your brain very much, do
you?" he snapped at me, and then went into the computer room. I sat; he
didn't tell me to get up, so I stayed. Yeah, I know I am a free person, and
I can do what I want, but when he gets this way, I just play the sub and
stay out of his way. "Chad, come here!" he bellowed. Therefore, I did; I
stepped into the room, and looked at him. He was standing by the computer,
and pointed to the chair. I went over and sat down. He then gave me a list
of websites; I just looked at him.
"You are to write out a report on over-doing Tylenol," he told me. "I
don't want to write out a report," I said, but looked up at him, and, from
the look I got, I decided that I did want to do it. Then I looked down at
his legs.
I felt his thumbs under my chin, and his fingers behind my neck, and he
lifted my face to look into his. "And I do not want to lose you," he told
me.
"How long do you want it?" I asked.
"Just a few paragraphs, but I want important information in it," he told
me, and you are to write it out; you have beautiful penmanship, so use it.
I let out a sigh, and typed in the first site.
I was truly amazed at what those pills could do to a liver, and other
organs. After about two hours of searching and making notes, I leaned back
and cracked my knuckles and neck. Ry was standing in the doorway, smiling
at me. "Dinner," he said.
I smiled at him, and got up, but I almost fell on my face. I'd been sitting
in a position that caused my legs to go to sleep. Ry was across the room in
a minute, and caught me. "Legs asleep," I told him; he put his arm around
me for support, as we walked to the kitchen. I stood while he finished
getting stuff on the table; my legs hurt so bad, I wanted to cry, but I
just jiggled them for a few minutes, and I could soon feel them again.
Ry had roasted a chicken with baby red potatoes; we don't like the russets
- too watery, for some reason. He also had fresh green beans, which I
snarled my lip at. He's been making me eat my veggies since we have been
together, but I still cannot stand green beans. Therefore, I moved them to
the side of my plate.
"Try them," Ry ordered.
"Nope," I told him, eating a potato. `No' was not supposed to be in my
vocabulary, especially in back-talking; so `nope', even that noise you make
when you disagree, was fine, but a direct `no' would get me swatted.
"They're fresh, not out of a can, so try them," he told me, pointing to
them. I just gave him that `no' noise. "I gave you three, and I prepared
them differently, so at least try them for me," he said, then politely
asked. I gave in, and stabbed one with the fork; smelled it - still smelled
like a green bean, but I took a small bite, chewed, swallowed, and ate
them. Ry bowed his head; I knew he was doing a victory smile.
"Just because you went all out," I told him.
"Whatever, pet?" he said, still looking at his plate. After dinner, I did
clean up, and then I was sent to take a shower, "and I mean shower," he
told me. I just shook my head, and took the shower. I like a bath more,
`cause you can soak, then rinse off afterwards, but since I've been sick,
it's been showers every other day; not everyday, like I like, but I was not
going to fight him.
After the shower, I was sent back to the computer to do more work on my
report. I didn't know Ry was in the room, until I heard him call me. I
looked up at him; he was sitting in the one chair, in the room, that I
hated. From the look on his face, I knew my ass was in serious trouble.
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Authors note: I did not realize that I've written so mainy chapter with
Chad being sick. I know it is no excuss but when your a sickly person you
tend to write the way you feel. I will try no to do it again. Terry.